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Doorknobs and Death Wishes

Holy Smokes! I have my hands full with these guys. One of my favorite blogger's, Mama and the Dudes, talked tonight about her wild morning with her almost 2 year old guys. It sounded familiar. It made me feel better to know that I am not alone in this twin adventure.
The Dudes have started climbing. On everything they can get their chubby little legs on. It's no big deal to walk in and see Carter on top of the entertainment center or cabinet. Last week he climbed onto the kitchen cabinet and got a box of Clementines I had up there and strolled through the living room carrying the box in one hand and eating a Clementine like an apple with the other hand saying "Yum" in his most serious voice.

I have cleaned out drawers and cabinets and rearranged the entire living room. We have most cabinets locked up. But no fear Owen knows how to open the cabinets. *Sigh* He hasn't shown his brother how and he doesn't do it very often thank goodness! I started to get confident and comfortable in our current situation. I was thinking I had a handle on this and we might survive.
Ha!! I'm a moron.
I left for a few hours last week. Faith, our babysitter extraordinaire was watching the guys. I came home and she says that Carter had been opening all the bedroom doors.Let me set the stage for you...Our house is an open floor plan. Kitchen and living room are all one big area. There is a hallway with two bedrooms, bathroom and utility room off to one side. The other side is the master bedroom. I have baby gates up blocking the office and Diva's area and keep all the doors shut so I can pretend to keep up with these guys.
Back to Faith's news~this is terrific (dripping in sarcasm). We have lived here for 3 years. I don't remember going through any of this with Diva in our house before this one or in this one when we moved in. When we moved in every door in this house had lever handles on them. Beautiful. I loved them.

Then along came the Dudes. Carter quickly learned how to open doors with the lever handles. Owen saw Carter doing this so Owen started doing it as well. Me and my genius self thought "oh, I'll just put child locks on all the doors." No. Big. Deal. It worked great for about a month. Then came last week. Carter had been opening all the bedroom doors. That punk learned how to open the child locks. So, the rest of that day was a wrestling match trying to keep him and his brother from destroying the house. Mr. Mayer took an emergency trip and installed these bad boys...

I give it another month before monkey boy learns how to open these. I've got my work cut out for me.

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